7 Tin Pan Alley, Broadway, Irvin Berlin, il Jazz e Al JolsonBlue Skies (1926 Irving Berlin)Per “Betsy” di F. Ziegfild. Musiche di Rodgers and Hart.VERSE I was blue, just as blue as I could beEv'ry day was a cloudy day for meThen good luck came a-knocking at my doorSkies were gray but they're not gray anymoreCHORUS Blue skiesSmiling at meNothing but blue skiesDo I seeCHORUS BluebirdsSinging a songNothing but bluebirdsAll day longNever saw the sun shining so brightNever saw things going so rightNoticing the days hurrying byWhen you're in love, my how they flyBlue daysAll of them goneNothing but blue skiesFrom now on[2]I should care if the wind blows east or westI should fret if the worst looks like the bestI should mind if they say it can't be trueI should smile, that's exactly what I doFrank Sinatra 1941Ella Ftzgerald 1958Josephine BackerJolson, The jazz singer, 1927

10 I shall not be moved (INNO tratto da un versetto del primo libro dei salmi)Charley Patton, con steel guitar 1929Mississippi John Hart , finger picking,Carter Family, voci + chitarre………, I shall not be moved; ………, I shall not be moved, Just like a tree that's planted by the waters, Lord, I shall not be moved.Chorus I shall not be, I shall not be moved; I shall not be, I shall not be moved; Just like a tree that's planted by the waters, Lord, I shall not be moved.

13 La casa del sole nascenteThe house of rising sunLa casa del sole nascenteGeorgia Turner, registrazione di John Lomax 1937Leadbelly (1940)Woodie Guthrie (1941)Nina Simone (1961)Just like a womanBob Dylan (1961, nel primo album, con un accompagnamento che gli aveva mostrato David Van Ronck ?)Animals (1964)There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one.My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans.Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to townOh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun.Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun.There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one.

39 c All along the watchtower, All along the watchtower (Bob Dylan 1967)a= commutabile con b nei versi pari e con c nei versi dispari. In un solo caso b su un verso dispari.a There must be some way out of here,b said the joker to the thief, a There's too much confusion,b I can't get no relief. c Businessmen, they drink my wine,a ploughmen dig my earth, c None of them along the linea know what any of it is worth." c "No reason to get excited,"a the thief, he kindly spoke, a "There are many here among usb who feel that life is but a joke. c But you and I, we've been through that,a and this is not our fate, a So let us not talk falsely now,b the hour is getting late.”c All along the watchtower,b princes kept the view b While all the women came and went,a barefoot servants, too. c Outside in the distanceb a wild cat did growl, c Two riders were approaching,b the wind began to howl.

43 Mondo politicoPolitical World (p.148, p )We live in a political world, Love don't have any place. We're living in times where men commit crimes And crime don't have a faceWe live in a political world, Icicles hanging down, Wedding bells ring and angels sing, 'n clouds cover up the ground.We live in a political world, Wisdom is thrown into jail, It rots in a cell, is misguided as hell Leaving no one to pick up a trail.…….

44 A cosa servo?What good am I? (p. 150, p )What good am I if I'm like all the rest, If I just turned away, when I see how you're dressed, If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry, What good am I? What good am I if I know and don't do, If I see and don't say, if I look right through you, If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky, What good am I?What good am I while you softly weep And I hear in my head what you say in your sleep, And I freeze in the moment like the rest who don't try,What good am I?…..

45 DignitàDignity p.151)(scritta e incisa insieme alle altre non fu pubblicata in Oh Mercy)Fat man lookin’ in a blade of steel Thin man lookin’ at his last meal Hollow man lookin’ in a cottonfield For dignityWise man lookin’ in a blade of grass Young man lookin’ in the shadows that pass Poor man lookin’ through painted glass For dignitySomebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve Somebody said dignity was the first to leave I went into the city, went into the town Went into the land of the midnight sunSearchin’ high, searchin’ low Searchin’ everywhere I know Askin’ the cops wherever I go Have you seen dignity?….

46 Malattia di presunzioneDisease of Conceit (p 153, p. 191)There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight From the disease of conceit. Whole lot of people struggling tonight From the disease of conceit. Comes right down the highway, Straight down the line, Rips into your senses Through your body and your mind. Nothing about it that's sweet, The disease of conceit.There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight From the disease of conceit, Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight From the disease of conceit. Steps into your room, Eats your soul, Over your senses You have no control. Ain't nothing too discreet About of disease of conceit.

47 Cosa volevi?What Was It You Wanted? (P.154, p )What was it you wanted? Tell me again so I'll know. What's happening in there, What's going on in your show. What was it you wanted, Could you say it again? I'll be back in a minute You can get it together by then.What was it you wanted You can tell me, I'm back, We can start it all over Get it back on the track, You got my attention, Go ahead, speak. What was it you wanted When you were kissing my cheek?

49 Dove cadono le lacrimeWhere teardrpsfall (p.172 e 174)Far Away where the soft wind blow,Far away from it all,There is a place you goWhere teardrops fall.Far away in the stormy night,Far away and over the wall,You are there in the flickering lightWe banged the drum slowlyAnd played the life lowlyYou know the song in my heartIn the turning of twilightIn the shadows of moonlightYou can show me a new place to startI've torn my clothes and I've drained the cupStrippin' away at it all,Thinking of you when the sun comes up….Rokin’ Dopsis “The Price of Zydeko” Fisarmonicista creolo. Faceva parte del gruppo cajun di cui parla Dylan.

50 Suona quelle campaneRing Them Bells (p. 176)Ring them bells, ye heathen From the city that dreams, Ring them bells from the sanctuaries Cross the valleys and streams, For they're deep and they're wide And the world's on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride.Ring them bells St. Peter Where the four winds blow, Ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know. Oh it's rush hour now On the wheel and the plow And the sun is going down Upon the sacred cow.Ring them bells Sweet Martha, For the poor man's son, ….Il verso “sbagliato”:Breaking down the dinstance between right and wrong

51 Stella cadenteSchooting Star p. 178, p. 192A Seen a shooting star tonight B And I thought of you. C You were trying to break into another world B A world I never knew. D I always kind of wondered B If you ever made it through. A Seen a shooting star tonight B And I thought of you.A Seen a shooting star tonight E And I thought of me. F If I was still the same E If I ever became what you wanted me to be G Did I miss the mark or H Over-step the line E That only you could see? A Seen a shooting star tonight E And I thought of me.Listen to the engine, listen to the bell As the last fire truck from hell Goes rolling by, all good people are praying,It's the last temptation The last account The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount, The last radio is playing.A Seen a shooting star tonight I Slip away. I Tomorrow will be another day. B Guess it's too late to say the things to you I That you needed to hear me say. A Seen a shooting star tonight I Slip away.Doppio refrain e bridgeCostruzione rimica delle strofe basata sul secondo verso: You. Me, Away

52 La maggior parte del tempoMost of the Time p. 167Most of the time I'm clear focused all around, Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground, I can follow the path, I can read the signs, Stay right with it, when the road unwinds, I can handle whatever I stumble upon, I don't even notice she's gone, Most of the time.Most of the time It's well understood, Most of the time I wouldn't change it if I could, I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own, I can deal with the situation right down to the bone, I can survive, I can endure And I don't even think about her Most of the time.

53 L’uomo col cappotto neroMan in the long black coat p.194Crickets are chirpin', the water is high, There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry, Window wide open, African trees Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze. Not a word of goodbye, note even a note, She gone with the man In the long black coat.Somebody seen him hanging around At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town, He looked into her eyes when she stopped to ask If he wanted to dance, he had a face like a mask. Somebody said from the Bible he'd quote There was dust on the man In the long black coat.….There are no mistakes in life some people say It is true sometimes you can see it that way. But people don't live or die, people just float. She went with the man in the long black coat.La progressione armonica I – III – VIIb – I e la melodia ricordano ballate in modo eolico come Scarborouth Fair

54 DOPO Oh Mercy!Jonny Cash, la Sun Records, Sam Philips, Danny Lanois, gli Ice-T . Chronicles pI Walk the Line (Io rigo dritto )I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you Because you're mine, I walk the line As sure as night is dark and day is light I keep you on my mind both day and night And happiness I've known proves that it's right Because you're mine, I walk the line6 ‘n the Mornig’ (Alle sei di mattina 1986)6'n the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at handI'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city is a serious task Didn't know what the cops wanted Didn't have the time to ask